Malivore Myth Novels & Stories

I gasped in shock at her words. Valtek was a myth. A story told to naughty children to prevent them from acting up. An elite force created by werewolves to create order and prevent our selfishness from overtaking our humanity. For years many have set out to prove its existence and have continuously failed, yet here stood Maya claiming to be part of its guild.

I mumbled. "You're so stupid! You walked right into a lion's den and you almost paid with your life!" he dictated and his expression was stern. "I-I was just trying to make a living. To earn money and build my career. I didn't know any better." I defended myself. Timothee raised an eyebrow, "You didn't know any better? That's exactly the problem. You're naive, Malia Morris. But I'm willing to help you if you accept my offer."

I added, “I’m positive Violet’s a quick study and will dominate whatever she sets her mind to - the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, y’know? The two Alphas before us were legendary and from what I hear, their offspring Mila and Mali are already causing mayhem. Word on the street is that Mali knocked down a freakin’ banyan tree with one hit. Crazy stuff, man. But hey, like father like daughter, right?” “Well, they were all over the place, romping around until he accidentally took down a mammoth banyan tree. Maybe Mali figured it was just a puny angsana tree. When I broke the news that it was a banyan tree, he blushed and gave a sheepish grin,” Mark said. “You were an awesome dad, and tha

“Trust me, Alpha, nothing you could tell me could be weirder than the things I’ve experienced in the past few years.” “I think she’s toxic.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Like, I think she’s actually poisonous, and it exudes from her skin. The longer you’re around her, the sicker you get. I don’t think she can control it. Maybe it’s the reason she’s a lone wolf?” My skin crawls. I look at Paars’s little cottage. “Justice, is that possible?” “Anything is possible with the Mavri Magea, child.” She doesn’t sound surprised. “It narrows down who it could be, but I couldn’t say definitely.”

she squeals, “Werewolves, Black men, Italian men, all supposed to be hung, doesn’t mean they all are, so we’ll just say you haven’t run into a werewolf dick that has broken the myth, yet.” I arched a brow, “well in all truthfulness Maria, I haven’t run into any of those that have broken the myths yet, are you saying you have?” Her cheeks flushed bright red. Yea, I’m kind of shocked here, Maria is the good girl of our group, maybe we needed to be watching her a little more closely, but I’m proud to see she fooled even us. I took my shot in my hand and held it out to the group, “to Maria, our very own MYTH Buster, cheers!”

When i told them about the illusion of the door that i saw back in the closed room they all had a perplexed expressions on their face. “Whats so shocking about it?” “I never heard of such magic before,” Alex replied. “Neither the vampires nor werewolves have the power of illusions.” Myles said. “Maybe elves or wizards?” i asked. “Umm… they don't exist Rebecca. That's just folklore.” myles replied. “They dont? Oh!” i said. I once thought werewolves and vampires were folklore too. I wouldnt be surprised if a dragon hatches out of a rock in front me.

Because if we didn’t, we would drown in misery. I am Maiveline Underwood. People call me Maive. I am the daughter of Christopher Underwood, a man the whole town whispers about. They say he’s dangerous. They say he’s cursed. But I know him—he’s not. He’s just a father who loves his children. People also say my mother, Velaia, was a witch. I refuse to believe them. To me, she was just Mom. The one who should have been here. The one we desperately needed.

Relieved a little, Molly sat down beside him and replied truthfully, "He said you were poisoned by a venomous insect. You can consider it as some kind of voodoo." "Venomous insect?" Sean furrowed his brows. In his impression, he had only read about that kind of thing or seen it in films. It seemed to only exist in legends. It was a myth. Molly read his mind and retold Mr. Ballard's words. "According to Mr. Ballard, he has seen the same symptoms before. He's sure that it's voodoo, or Love Curse to be exact." "Love Curse?" Sean turned serious. Molly nodded and shared the relevant information with him.

Perhaps this couple were genuine parents who were grieving for their child. Just as I parted my lips to speak, a memory from long ago resurfaced in my mind. Perhaps they had mistaken me for their daughter because of what my mother had once called a myth when I was much younger. The myth stated that when two people with kindred souls suffered untimely and painful deaths, their souls would swap, and the one with a stronger will and a greater purpose would be granted a second chance at life. But it was just that...a myth... it was a myth. There was nothing in our lycanthropy history that suggested anything like this had ever happened.

Tasha is about to open her mouth to contradict him when he says, “Tasha, listen to me. Carl wants the book for the ritual but did you find anything about the incarnation ritual in it?” “No. That’s why I am confused.” “Of course. It’s because it’s a myth.” “Vampires are also a myth according to common people,” she says reasonably, “how do you know it’s not true?” “Because I started that myth,” he says simply. “You started it? I don’t understand. Why? How?”